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I was working for a prominent mortgage company at the time. I was told the news by a client. Everybody in the office was in shock, but we were told by our supervisor to "quit being drama queens and get back to work." We were not allowed to view the news until much later in the day. Thanks Alpha.

i WAS AT MY JOB DOING MAINTAINCE ON THE press.
When I heard of what was going on I ran to the news room and saw the
second plane hit the towers and as everyone Felt sick.
My boss had me setup the press to run>
I worked for the Trentonian newpaper as a pressman.
But I still had a job to do and that was getting the paper on the
street.
Today I feel the same as I did that day and wishing that of as didn't
have to remember this day thinking of all the people that
died makes me sick.
I have the up most repect for our service man and women and wish them
all my love so they will be home safe soon.

I was working at a prominent insurance agency downtown. My mom called and told me what happened. I had a small portable black and white tv on my desk and everyone in my dept had gathered around to watch. Even my boss came out to watch. But a few minutes later, even after everyone had dispersed from my desk, my boss came out and told me to turn off the tv. She said that it was distracting from doing my job. EXCUSE ME?! How can something that changed our nation so drastically be unimportant and distracting from my job? WOW! Thank GOD I don't work there anymore!

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was at home and my daughter was watching pbs so I had no idea what was going on until the phone started ringing. I want to thank pbs for sparing my daughter the horror of that day. She was so young and did not need to see what was going on. I remember trying in vain to get my father on the phone since he was at the Pentagon that day. Thankfully he was ok. It was such a beautiful day and strange not to hear planes flying over the house. I was thankful when my daughter went to bed that night so I could turn on the tv and see for myself what happened. I sat in shock and cried. My husband rushed home from out of state to be with us and drove us to see my father. The relief was unbelievable when I saw first hand he was fine. Now we live in a small mountain town with no stop light and are homesteading. I feel safer that way. To some that may sound silly but with young daughters I just did not feel safe in a larger city anymore. I say a prayer everyday for the families that lost loved ones and for the ones who lost their lives.

Hello, I am writing in response to th News question above. As we reach closer & closer to the 10 year ann. I read & re-read articals covering stories of other people and the impact 9/11 left them with. On Sept. 11, 2001, I was a typical 16yr old. Classes at Laney started at 8:30, and I was on Cheif & Col.'s AFJROTC Drill Team. Cheif was going over the stats of our last weekend drill meet, we'd just heard where we placed in Fancy Element (though I can't remember). Col comes running into the class-room and immediatly turns on the news. I rememeber as the old tv came into focus the first image we as a class saw was the second plane hitting the second tower. NO-ONE could say a word. We watched in terror. Everyone around the room had their mouths dropped open, within minutes Col had a small element sent down to the breezeway to lower the flag at half staff, each of those 4 cadets, all 16-17yrs old cried in silence as we saluted the flag. All those innocent people, for our flight, and for the rest of my life, that day is frozen in my mind. Cheif & Col taught their cadets a lot about patroitism, courage, strength & intergrity, but instead it showed through the entire school that day. I was fortunate not to have lost friends or family that day, as my family has no ties to New York, but as I look back, I couldn't have been prouder of where I was when I heard the news. Being in that particular class-room, made an everlasting impression on my life. I would like to say a very special THANK YOU to them. To Col & Cheif, you made me realize the importance one person can make in this world, to the lives of others, the compassion we as a nation CAN & WILL provide.

That is an amazing perspective. My recollection included the follow-on actions. We, the Chief and I, were contacted by the HQ AFJROTC and advised to change into civilian clothes and to not put the cadets in any formation that might indicate that they were anything associated with the military. There was no understanding of how big the attack might be. It scared the younger cadets when we returned in civilian clothes for the remainder of the classes that day; they realized that this was truly an attack on our nation.

I was living at 88 Greenwich, near Rector St., 2 blocks from WTC. I was headed uptown to a meeting at an office in midtown on the 4/5 that I took at the Wall St. stop. I remember feeling a slight thump and vibration (now I know that's when the first plane hit). The train took forever to get there. Someone on the platform said a small plane had hit a building.

The train arrived. The doors closed but it took a while to leave the station and, when it did, it was moving very slowly. The train stopped only a short distance after leaving the station and the conductor announced that, due to a malfunction, we had to get out on the tracks and follow the conductors - we were worried about the electrified rail, but we were told it was switched off. We ended up coming up at the City Hall station and by then the air was smoking and it smelled like burning.

I started walking back towards my apartment and saw the WTC towers with gaping holes and people were walking towards me with blank stares. I was in a state of disbelief. I really didn't compute what was going on, until one of the towers started to come down and the sound - a whoosh that I can't forget - and dust and people running away, so I started running away as well. It must have been at least 1 hour or so from the time I came up at City Hall to when the first tower came down. It felt like an eternity and normally walking from City Hall to my apartment would not take that long, but emergency crews and people and onlookers made it difficult.

I ended up staying with a colleague at her Brooklyn apartment for 3 months, before I could return to my apartment by NYPD and NYFD orders. I and other renters ended up going on a rent strike because we believed the EPA had not checked the air in our apartments. There was muck around the frames of my windows (which faced toward WTC) and dust in the apartment.

In the years since then, I developed a couple of episodes of pneumonia and eventually asthma. I can't say that they are related - but I cannot dismiss that possibility either. Other people who lived in my apartment complex have also developed strange ailments.

I hated the fact that 9/11 was politicized. I found it ironic that 364 days out of the year people hate New York and New Yorkers for their 'evil liberal' ways, but then on 9/11 everyone suddenly loves us.

I also hated how 9/11 was made by some into a religious crusade. I am an agnostic and I didn't pray once, nor did I invoke a deity as I was running away. What I did do, though, was to volunteer to put up signs for missing people among other things.

I liked how everyone came together - despite class, religion, race, gender, sexual orientation. Jews and Muslims and Christians and atheists and Buddhists were united as one. It saddens me that this is no longer the case.

I don't remember the day fondly, nor do I go to remembrances or watch TV events about it. To me, it was personal enough.

On that one day America came together as a nation. But who in the hell told you we loved New Yorkers on that day? We pulled together for a day, end of story. Stop whinning. Some people choose to pray, some do not. It's your option. I could careless if you choose not to. Leave it to a damn transplant yankee to whine about people loving them.

As with many others,my wife and I both remember that day very well. We were at the hospital holding our new born daughter. Our daughter was born at 6:49am on that fateful day. The nurse came into the room and said we might need to see what had happened. At that time the second plane crashed into the second tower. Talk about mixed emotions, as a veteran, I felt the need to return to duty to defend our Nation. As a new father, well obviously I wanted to be with my family.

I was loading trucks at Ash N.C and one of our truck drivers come to the loader and told me the Twin Towers were hit by planes and he was going home and not to the mill to deliver the wood and come to find out when I got home what was really going on. (We Were Under Attack) God Bless These People That Pasted Away With This Attack.....

I remember that day so well. I was at work having a normal morning until someone came into our office and said that a plane had flown into the WTC. I thought of it as another plane crash and didn't immediately understand we had been attacked. We had no tv or radio in the office so I did not realize the full horror until I went home and turned on the tv.

The images were so shocking - it seemed like a movie - this just couldn't be really happening! I couldn't stop watching.

I remember having a conversation with my husband as to how much we should tell our 9 and 4 year old children. How do you explain such horror to the innocent?

Afterwards, I remember looking up and never seeing a plane in the sky and feeling sad and afraid. I remember when they did fly again watching, afraid they might not stay in the air!

I remember America was united by nationwide fear that was tempered by patriotism and faith. It suddenly became okay to call out the name of GOD and pray in public places.

I remember a deep grief and sense of loss - something (American Innocence?) died that day.

i was in eskan village, riyadh, saudi arabia. i had just walked into the makeshift bx and looked at all my fellow airmen looking at the tv's, and i remember looking at the tv as the second plane hit and i said, "what f*cked up movie is this, oh wait this is really happening". that is when we all just knew, its time to suit up and get ready for the rest of the worst day of the modern american lives. but the scary part was i was part of a group of airmen that were downtown riyadh on 9/10/01 and we were actually getting ready to head out for another trip to the shops. the other bad thing about that base/compound, is that the intro breifing that was given to us upon arrival in may of that year, is that the "area" was built by osama's father, and funding by osama himself. he had built it many many years back so that he could get his people out of the desert and into decent living quarters. they did not want it, so he gave it to the saudi government, and then they worked a deal with the us military for it to be a forward living quarters area for the area. so much for a nice deployment...

I was watching the Today show on TV. They had just announced that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center buildings and were beginning to report on it. In the background behind Matt Lauer they had put up a large screen TV with live feed of the burning tower when in my horror I saw another plane hit the second tower. Shock and disbelief were my feelings at the moment.

On that fateful day I was at work at my IT support job in Northern VA at the time I was a volunteer EMT with local fire rescue in prince William county VA. I heard about the first plane hitting the WTC and then the second. I knew then something was really wrong. One plane is an accident two is a plot. Then there is the pentagon. Shortly after the pentagon was hit I got the call on my cellphone trying to gather up any available volunteers and some career staff to go north to assist. Initially we were told we would be filling in at fire stations to cover calls where the initial agencies of fairfax county Arlington co and city of Alexandria as well as federal fire delta from national airport and the first on the scene the little fire dept from Ft Myer which is home to Arlington National Cemetery and the old Guard infantry division.
Our task force was advised while rolling north on I95 and then I395 we were redesignated to go to EMS staging at the Pentagon. As we got closer we could see large column of smoke pouring into the sky I knew then we had to be prepared for the worst. With the shear amount of staff working in the Pentagon we knew the casualty count could have been massive. I won't disturb people by being graphic but I still see some stuff in my dreams and was diagnosed with PTSD in 2003 and left EMS because of it.
On a sad note one of my friends who was a volunteer with a neighboring dept was in NYC on business for his paying job. When the first tower was hit he selflessly ran to help any way he could. He never made it out alive but he had a heros funeral once his body was recovered a couple weeks later.
I'm back in the healthcare field now making an difference in people's lives again. I do feel that the first responders at the pentagon are somewhat left behind in all the thoughts of 9/11 responders has been focused on NYC likely due to the tragic loss of life among the FDNY. One special thought goes to my old original dept I cut my teeth as a volunteer which was CO 21 in fairfax county whos career and some volunteers are part of USAR TF-1 from VA who went from the Pentagon assisting in S&R operations to going up to ground Zero and aiding in the search at the WTC. I personally prefer to remain anonymous. My close friends know who I am and what I went through I dont consider myself a hero I just did what I was trained to do and my heart called me which was to aid my neighbors in their time of need. That part of my life is in the past now. I'm happy with being able to there when needed and I'm happy now providing help and care in a different environment now

Thank you for allowing me to share my own personal story as a first responder that day